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But I remained calm as I finished my sentence. “As long as you bring my mother back to me.”
The light in his eyes died instantly. He knelt there, motionless.
I opened the door, then shut it heavily, leaving Jacob outside.
He didn’t leave, and I didn’t open the door again.
Night fell. The bitter winter wind howled outside, but Jacob seemed oblivious, kneeling beneath my window
without moving.
Passersby noticed him and, out of curiosity, recorded a video, which quickly spread online like wildfire.
The news went viral. Soon, people recognized him, and before I knew it, I was once again the target of public
scrutiny.
“Jacob kneels for forgiveness late at night–beware of the ruthless wife!”
“No wonder Jacob abandoned his true love to marry Juliana. This woman clearly has tricks up her sleeve.”
“Does she have something on him? There’s no way he’d act like this otherwise.”
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“Everyone, be wary of women like Juliana. I analyzed her face–people who look like her are always dangerous.”
I let out a bitter laugh, turned off my phone, and went to sleep.
After everything I’d been through, these insults no longer had the power to hurt me.
Outside, the wind roared. I pulled my blanket tighter around me.
I had to take care of myself–just like Mom always told me. If I caught a cold, my back would ache.
The next morning, when I stepped outside for breakfast, I saw that Jacob was still there.
For His First Love, My Husband Killed My Mother
He hadn’t moved all night.
But unlike the previous evening, now a crowd had gathered to watch.
Jacob slowly lifted his head. His face was filled with desperation as he pleaded, “Juli, please, give me another chance.”
“I can give up everything–my pride, my wealth, even my body. I just want you.”
I walked up to him, and spat coldly, “Jacob, this self–torture of yours–it’s nothing more than a way to make yourself feel better.”
“You think that by suffering physically, you can atone for your guilt?”
“I’m sorry, but I have no interest in playing this game with you.”
“Leave. I will never forgive you.”
“But if you enjoy kneeling, then go ahead. It doesn’t matter to me.”
Jacob looked at me with deep sorrow.
Just then, his assistant ran over, panic written all over his face. “Mr. Williams, bad news–it’s a court summons!”
Jacob was stunned, and the crowd fell silent.
The assistant handed him a thin piece of paper. “Wendy is suing you.”
“She submitted chat records as evidence, claiming you once promised to give her all of your wealth. Now, she’s demanding you to fulfill that promise.”
Jacob’s fingers clenched tightly around the paper, his veins bulging in fury. He swayed slightly as he forced
himself to stand, then turned to me.
“Juli, once I handle this, I’ll come back for you.”
“Wait for me.”
With the help of his assistant, he limped toward a waiting luxury car.
I noticed his back was slightly hunched.
I wasn’t sure if it was from kneeling too long or from the crushing weight of realizing his so–called true love’s
real nature.
I didn’t care about Jacob. But as one of the country’s most powerful businessmen, every move he made became
headline news.
From scattered reports, I learned how the case was progressing.
Because of Jacob’s status, the trial was open to the public. The courtroom was packed with reporters.
On the witness stand, Wendy spoke passionately, recounting the details of her relationship with Jacob.
She displayed their chat history in full, exposing even the most intimate and shameless messages without
hesitation.
With unwavering confidence, she demanded Jacob keep his word–and transfer the entirety of the Vertex Corporation to her.
